Seagirt Marine Terminal, The Port of Baltimore, Thurday Evening

The rooftop of the old Department of Docks building was slanted - something uncommon enough in Baltimore to be deeply disconcerting, especially when Verity was trying to stay out of sight. The angle of the roof was sharp enough that she couldn't lie flat, but shallow enough that she couldn't use it for cover. 'Avoid really obvious cover' was one of the rules she'd been raised with, entry number eight hundred and thirteen in the Gospel of Staying Alive. She sent up a silent apology to her entire family tree as she disregarded their advice and slunk into the shadow of the building's decorative clock tower. It was a short, mostly useless piece of masonry. It was sufficient for her current needs.

( Once she was safely out of view, she settled into a crouch, and prepared to wait. )

[Taken from Midnight, Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire. NFI, NFB. Previous Post]